Autumn declares her glory with
vibrant hues.
The view is spectacular for a while.
The trees are clothed for a time.
The next season won’t be so gentle,
when cold air blows in and strips
the beauty away leaving a stark reality.
Winter’s breath will soon arrive.

Mary Bone has been writing poetry and short stories since childhood. Some of her poems have appeared at Academy of the Heart and Mind, 100 Subtexts, Poetry Catalog, Literary Revelations, European Poetry and upcoming at eMerge Magazine.

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